Rayven, trembling in fear under the weight of the little girl's oppressive aura, stammered in response. "It... it can't be! I took it from the Crownfallen burial ground by myself!"
The air crackled with tension, and Yves could sense the gravity of the situation, though the context eluded him.
"You useless fool…! This is just playground sand!" Ciara's voice rang out with frustration, her anger palpable as she confronted Rayven.
Yet, beneath the rage, there was a hint of resignation as she exhaled a shaky sigh. "Fine! I'll find it myself!"
Yves furrowed his brows in confusion as he observed the scene unfolding before him.
He struggled to comprehend Ciara's words and actions, unsure of what she was searching for or why she seemed so consumed by fury.
The mention of someone's ashes only deepened the mystery, leaving him bewildered and unsettled.